Back to School.Posted: August 10, 2011
It is so hard to believe that my Mea is going to be starting kindergarten two weeks from tomorrow. In many ways I am prepared, but in others I am definitely not.
Starting school is a big deal for her, but it’s also a big deal for me. She’ll be gone all day at school, she has a lunch number to memorize (she’s got that one down), she has a lunch box to take when “hot lunch” is yucky. New backpack is hanging in the closet, waiting for me to Sharpie her name onto it.
First day of school clothes are already in the closet, and pressed (seriously, I’m neurotic. I know, I do iron Mea’s clothes, but I hate for her to look wrinkly, I know she’s a kid and she’ll be covered with dirt by the end of the day, but she won’t be wrinkly.) School supplies are purchased and waiting to take into “Meet the Teacher” night, two days before school starts.
She is excited, and that is what’s most important. I thought I was mostly okay, but I’m a bit sad about it. She is my baby, and most likely my last. So this is my last, first day of kindergarten.
I’m just glad that she is ready, that she’s excited to go.
When I was a kid, I would work myself into such a frenzy about the first day of school, that I would literally make myself sick. Every single first day of school, that I ever had started with me barfing. I can’t tell you how hard I have had to try to be so excited for all these first day of school, over the years, knowing that I always had this horrible anxiety about it myself when I was a kid.
Mack would peck me on the cheek, and run off to her classroom.
Most likely since Mea will have the same teacher, she will too.
That’s a good thing. I would hate to start the day with vomit. Mine or Mea’s. That is just eww.